Chapter 11Clifford parked the car in the compound and dragged Saint into Mustapha’s residence.
The house was still just as it was when he left it, except that the stale smell of human blood and flesh was much stronger.
The terror Saint felt at the moment couldn’t be compared to anything he had ever felt before. He was so afraid his mind couldn’t even shut down for him to pass out. He shivered all over as his heart almost gave up at the sight of the dead girl with her head chopped into half.
This guy was crazier than he had imagined when he started the story. The house was just as messy and disgusting as Clifford himself. The stench was unbearable.
Saint couldn’t believe that his humble self could ever be found in this kind of situation.
All through the night he had wondered if he had
